xannsin

[xannsin]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warning: 18+, NSFW, Slight submissive to dominant Miguel, Creampie, Penetration

Précis: You think you need someone older.

A/N: sorry i’ve been gone for a min , been going thru some things , but i’m back ❤️.

Edits & Look-overs: 3

It’s a Saturday morning.

The sun comes spilling in through the curtains, hitting your face. Your eyes begin to flutter as your body shifts and you roll over in bed. You’re just trying to get some rest after being swamped with papers at work causing you to pull a late shift last night. You’re utterly exhausted. You let out an exhale through your nose, curling up into a ball while your grip tightens and loosens on your pillow. You relaxed, practically sinking out of relaxation into your bed, until —

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your restful state was interrupted by the loud and obnoxious beeps of a moving truck in reverse, or a big truck, at that. Is someone moving something? It sounded close by, too. You yawn and sit up, your eyes taking a couple moments to adjust to the light. You swing your legs out of bed walk over to your window and peer out of it, looking around. You spot a U-Haul backing into a driveway, the driveway of a house that was right next to yours. New neighbors…

That house had been for sale for a couple months now. You knew the neighbors ever since you were little, Al and Sharon. They were middle-aged and still working when you met them, but time waited for nobody. Your mom and dad’s house was now yours after they found work in Atlanta, and Al and Sharon were now seniors in retirement, going on to buy a beach house in Florida. You felt a tinge of anger at the buyer’s audacities to buy the house, as if they stole it. Maybe it was just the stolen memories in that house. How Sharon would always invite you for cookies. How the couple felt like an aunt an uncle to you…

Whatever. You continued peering out of your window, trying to get a good look at the buyers, plural or singular. Your eyes fall upon a man who stepped out of the U-Haul, stretching and cracking his neck. He was handsome, you couldn’t even deny it. Tall, muscular, medium skin, and features you wish you could see up close. You didn’t really mind having a sight to look at every day.

You smirked as you mulled over that, but the smirk faded into a smaller one as you watched the passenger door open, and out came a little girl who looked no older than 10. The man gently took her by the hand as she ran up to him, leading her into the house. Your expression softens. You didn’t see a woman come out of the U-Haul. Could the mother be somewhere else? On the way? You’re not sure, but you don’t want to know. You’re not a nosy neighbor. Right?

Two days later, after you’re sure that your new neighbor is settled, you whip up a batch of delicious cookies Sharon gave you the recipe to. You absolutely had to take at least one from the batch, they were just that good. Sharon’s cookies never missed. You dressed presentably before walking out of your house, a plastic container in your hands which contained the fresh batch of cookies. You walked next door, clearing your throat before ringing the doorbell.

You wait for a few moments before you hear a lock turn and the door swing open. You’re met with a 6’9, muscular, and imposing figure. God, he’s much taller than you thought. “Hi, I’m your next door neighbor, um, I’d just like to welcome you into the neighborhood,” you say, extending your arms out with the plastic container in your hands. The man glances down at them and smiles softly before taking them, “I appreciate it.”

You nod and hum in response, and he looks at you, smiling softly. “What’s your name?” he asks. “I’m Y/N, pleasure to meet you,” you say, extending your hand out for a handshake. He shifts the plastic container in one hand and shaking your hand with the other. His grip was firm, his hands large and slightly calloused. “Pleasure’s all mine. I’m Miguel.” he says, looking you in the eyes as he spoke.

The two of you smile at each other before retracting your hands back. Miguel clears his throat before speaking, "Would you like to come in?" You pause for a moment before sighing. "Sure, why not," you say, stepping inside when Miguel moved aside to let you in. You look around, letting out a hum of approval as you see the sheer effort he put into the house these past two days. "I'm surprised," you say, "I was expecting the house to be pretty much empty considering the fact you only moved in a couple days ago..." you mutter loud enough for Miguel to hear.

He lets out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, well, I'm a fast worker." he says, gesturing for you to sit down on the couch. You sit down, looking at him as he sits on the other side of the couch so he's looking directly at you. "So, how old are you if you don't mind me asking?" he asked. "I'm 27,” you say simply, "You?"

"Ah. I'm 32," he replies. You nod your head in response, both of you looking at each other. "So, where are you from originally?" you ask, breaking the silence. "Oh, I'm from New York. I moved here for a fresh start, y'know? Gotta give my kid a good life." Miguel replies. You pause for a moment. Was that the little girl you saw getting out of the U-Haul? There's no way... you thought that was his niece.

"Right... um, where's the mother if you don't mind me asking?" you ask curiously, worried you offended him with that question. He looks at you for a second or two before sighing. “She’s uh… she passed.” Miguel explains. You look at him, your eyes softening with the guilt from even asking in the first place. “I’m so sorry…” you say. “It’s okay.” he replies, waving his hand slightly. Then, your ears catch the sound of feet going pitter-patter upstairs. Your eyes trail up to the ceiling before lowering back to meet Miguel’s gaze. “Papá! Come up! There’s too much sink water!” Gabriella shrieked from upstairs, making you flinch slightly. Miguel sighed, pinching his temple before standing up.

“Sorry about that.” Miguel says, and you nod understandingly. “It’s okay. I’ve gotta go, anyway,” you smile softly. “It was nice meeting you.” you say softly, and he smiles back. “Likewise.” he replied. You stand up and walk over to the front door, leaving his home. It was nice meeting him, but, you realized one thing.

He was a fucking DILF.

You and Miguel went from acquaintances to good friends within one month, and he trusted you enough to babysit one night. He had to go out for something he wouldn’t tell you about. Maybe it was about his deceased wife, you didn’t know and wouldn’t push it any further. Babysitting Gabriella was great, she was kind, sweet, funny, qualities that you enjoyed and reciprocated to her.

You were sitting in her room, listening intently as she rambled about her different records, gesturing to her record player on her table. She had a deep love for music, something both of you could relate to. She was so respectful, mature, held her boundaries when needed. It made your opinion about Miguel shift, too. You thought more of him. He raised his daughter so amazingly that this is how she turned out. Your thoughts cloud your mind, making you doze off…

“Y/N? You okay?” Gabriella’s voice breaks that fog in your mind, making you blink a little. “Oh, yep — I’m okay.” you nod, looking down at the carpet the two of you were sitting on, and the records laid out. Your hand moves over them, not feeling any dust as you swipe your hand over them. You let out a thoughtful hum. “Which record is your favorite, Gabi?” you ask, looking up at Gabriella. “Ooh… I really like this one,” she says, tapping her index finger on a Jhené Aiko album. You nod your head, “Good choice. Really good choice.”

The sound of your conversations echo through Gabriella’s room, until you hear someone clearing their throat in the doorway. “Having fun?” Miguel’s deep gravelly voice could cut through air. You and Gabriella whip your heads in his direction, the little girl immediately standing up and rushing over to her dad. “Papá! You’ve been gone for so long!” she exclaims, hugging his torso tightly — the spot she could reach. “I know, I know, mijita, there was just a lot of rain and I had to drive slower than I would if there wasn’t rain.” Miguel explains, patting her head and caressing her scalp. You watch the interaction with a smile, standing up and dusting yourself off.

“Okay. Gosh, it’s late. A dormir, mija.” Miguel says, pressing on Gabriella’s back slightly ro nudge her along to her bed, where she hurries off and crawls into her bed, yawning softly. You lean down and pick up her records before placing them all in her pink record holder. Once he’s done tucking her in, the two of you head out of her room, Miguel turning off the light before you close the door. Once the door’s closed, he looks at you. “She looked happy with you. Thank you, Y/N.” he says as the two of you walk down the hall and down the stairs. “Oh, it’s no problem! She’s so easy-going, your daughter’s amazing, really.” you say, smiling. Miguel smiles softly, “I appreciate it.” he says.

“Well,” you start, sighing, “Time for me to go.” you say, but as you glance out the window you do a double-take. It was almost flooding out. You scoff under your breath, in utter disbelief. “Damn…” you say, and you feel Miguel’s breath hitting the back of your head as he stares out of the window as well. “You sure you wanna walk home?” he asked, chuckling under his breath. “I mean, I’m only next door, it won’t really do me dama-” you’re cut off the sound of thunder booming, causing you to yelp. “You were saying?” Miguel quipped, smirking. You roll your eyes and sigh, “Fine. Sure. I’ll stay.”

“Good, good,” he says, gesturing you to sit down on the couch. He walks over to the kitchen and you hear him rummaging through the cabinets. “You drink?” he calls from the kitchen. “Sometimes… whatcha got?” you ask. “I can make really good Moscow Mules.” he replied. “Sounds good!” you call back.

A couple of minutes later, Miguel walks in with two Moscow Mules in his hands. You whistle in awe, sitting up on the couch as he set them down onto the coffee table. “Where’d you learn to make these?” you ask as he sits next to you. “I had a buddy back in New York, he was a bartender. I picked up a few things from him.” Miguel says, shrugging. You hum in understanding. He gestures to the drink, and you pick it up by the handle. You take a sip, your eyes widening slightly. You’ve only had a couple of Moscow Mules throughout your life, but this is the best one hands down. You pull your lips away from the mug as you swallow, “Wow…”

“Good?” Miguel grins, looking at you. “Soo good,” you reply. He nods and picks his own mug up, taking a large swig out of it like it was water. You scoff under your breath with a smile on your face. He then leans over and picks up the remote, turning on the TV. “What type of movies do you like?” he asks. “Mm… I like horror a lot,” you say softly as you take another sip of your Moscow Mule. “Alright.” he says, putting on Annabelle.

20 minutes into the movie, Miguel speaks, “Thank you for taking care of Gabi tonight. I appreciate it.” You look at him and smile. “Of course, she’s a really great kid. She was raised well.” you say. “Thank you.” he smiles, staring at your lips the whole time you were speaking. His thoughts were all on you. Gabriella’s asleep and the two of you are alone… fucking during a movie could be so-

No. Miguel, she’s just your good friend.

A silence ensues, interrupted by the occasional scream or rustle from the horror movie. You look at the TV intently, still sipping your Moscow Mule, ignoring the fact that Miguel’s mug was already empty and has been for minutes. Suddenly, you’re caught off guard by an intense jumpscare, which causes you to flinch and rub against Miguel. He instinctively grabs onto your thigh to comfort you. “Damn, you good?” he asks, looking at you. You nod, but your eyes trail down to his hand which was on your thigh.

“Oh, sorry-“ he hesitates, but you rest your hand on his. You look at him with slightly pleading eyes, eyes that just read ‘don’t move your hand away’. He didn’t hesitate anymore as you looked at him like that. He just chuckled under his breath and looked away, continuing to watch the movie. You felt his large hand massage your thigh, kneading the skin through your jeans. Your lips parted slightly as his hand trailed upwards slightly, and he could practically feel the heat growing in between your legs. You could feel the tension in the air. The thick tension. But even with that, you felt comfortable in a way. You enjoyed being touched like that by Miguel for some odd reason, and you sort of knew why. The two of you exchange glances through peripherals for a couple of minutes before Miguel’s grip on your thigh gets tighter all of a sudden.

“Fuck it. Come here.” Miguel grunted out, moving his head towards you and pulling your head towards him, crashing his lips onto yours. You gasp sharply at the sensation of his lips on yours, but you quickly accommodate to the feeling. They were so warm, so inviting. His hand moved to the back of your head, gently grasping the hair there to keep you in place. When he felt you part your lips, he gently dipped his tongue in to your mouth, making you taste him for the first time. You moaned softly at the taste. He tasted like vodka and mint.

Both of your hands were grabbing at anything they could, Miguel’s hands pulling you closer to him as your hands slip under his sweater. He pulls you onto his lap, your bodies flush against each other as he kisses you hungrily. His hands trail down to your ass, squeezing gently before reaching back up to slip off your shirt. He does so quickly, tossing the useless fabric to the couch. He does the same thing with the rest of your clothes, including his, creating this pile of clothes on the side of the couch. You can feel his tent in his underwear, and the small wet spot from pre-cum. He was practically aching for you, and it isn’t surprising considering the tension you two have had since the start. You break the kiss and watch as he shifts under you to slide his hand in his boxers and fish his cock out. His tip was weeping precum, begging your heat to envelop it.

He does all of this while looking you in the eyes, his fingers moving with ease. “Ven aquí, give me those pretty lips.” he muttered, pressing his lips against yours again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, not bothered by the silver chain wrapped around it. You could feel his tip press against your mound, the swollen flesh begging to be cared for. He tugged at the hem of your panties and looked into your eyes, as if asking for permission. He smirked when you nodded eagerly, showing no hesitance whatsoever. With one swift motion, he slipped them off of you and glided them off your legs, tossing them onto the pile of clothes without care.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” Miguel muttered, reaching down and rubbing your clit gently with his thumb, biting down on his bottom lip as you whined softly. He continued rubbing your sensitive nub, only eliciting more moans from you. He continued his ministrations for a minute or two, until he felt your thighs begin to shake. “You gonna cum? Hm?” he cooed, the movements of his thumb growing a little rougher as you nodded your head. “I’m about to c-cum..” you breathe out, causing him to abruptly retract his thumb, leaving you whining in protest.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you cum that quick, did you?” Miguel grinned, his canines showing. You scoff under your breath and breathe out, nuzzling your face into his neck. Miguel shifted under you, positioning his fully-hard cock at your entrance, eliciting a gasp from you as you felt the tip teasingly rubbing against your sex. You tremble slightly as he pushes in gently, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. You whimper softly, trembling so much you’re just unable to grind or move your hips at all. He encourages you slightly, guiding your hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. He groans out as he feels your movements, your walls contracting on his cock are all it takes to make him slightly lightheaded.

It’s been years since he’d had sex, so he didn’t expect to last long. As long as it was with you.

“Fuck…” Miguel grunted softly, his grip loosening on your hips as his control loosened with it. “Slow, slow, just like that…” he breathed out, letting his hands fall back to his sides as his eyes went half-lidded. You braced your hands on his broad shoulders, slowly grinding on his cock as you felt him go limp in your arms. You analyzed his face as you continued to slowly grind on him, smiling softly as you saw pleasure written all over his face. He moved his hands up and moved you lower on him, his cock filling you to the brim. You felt his tip kiss your cervix, eliciting a loud whimper. Your mewls and his grunts filled the room, and the pace began to gradually increase.

Your movements went from grinding to bouncing the closer the two of you got, but either one was sending Miguel into an internal frenzy. His eyes were almost rolling into the back of his head as he groaned loudly, feeling that familiar knot in his stomach. “Fuck… keep doing that…” he gasped, his cum threatening to pour out any second now. You weren’t any better, your legs shaking uncontrollably until they started giving out, your bounces on his cock slowing down greatly, causing him to huff slightly. “Hold on. Hold on, stay still. Let me do some work,” Miguel panted out, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and shifting his legs before beginning to thrust up into your pussy.

You let out a choked out moan, pressing your body against his, your breaths heavy as he managed to rail you from underneath you. “Fuuuck, you’re so tight,” he breathed out, holding you in place as you writhed in his arms. You whine in response, practically gasping for air at this point.

And just like that, his hips stuttered as his cum shot into you, and your walls tightened around his cock, milking it for every last drop. His movements slow as he slowly thrusts his cum into you, both of your noises filling the living room, the TV barely drowning out the noise. It just blended. Miguel looked up at you, reaching up and taking your chin in between his thumb and index. “Look at me,” he says, moving his head to find your eyes. When you do, he chuckles softly. “You okay? Need anything?” he asks, leaning forward to gently plant a kiss on your forehead.

You shake your head and smile, “Nah. I’m okay.” you say, smiling, but your smile fades when you head a voice from upstairs.

“But I’m not! Miss Y/N, please stop boxing my daddy! I’m trying to go to sleep!” Gabriella calls out from upstairs before slamming her door back up. You freeze, your face turning beet red. Boxing, huh? You can safely say that you’ll never fuck that man in his house again.

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[xannsin]

ghost

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative sex, Praise

Précis: You just want to feel heard. And you were, but not just by him.

A/N: ‘ghost’ will do lmao, enjoy, @squimpsters & readers! :)

Edits & Look-overs: 2

Monday, 12:45 AM.

You're sitting down on your rather unpretentious bed in the barracks. It's so quiet that you can hear your heart thumping just a bit in your ears, but the silence is quickly interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. You look up to see Captain Price, standing above you. Your eyes meet his before he speaks in his stern tone,

“Your first task is night watch. Make sure nobody even gets close to base, that's all I have to say. Oh, and don't let Ghost intimidate you, L/N." and before you could even reply, Price spins on his heel and walks off. "Yes, sir..." you whisper to yourself as you were alone again. It was rather chilly out, and you were expecting the temperature to just decrease at the night went on. You put on your uniform as well as an extra undershirt due to the chilly weather. You stand up and dust yourself off before your thoughts return to what Price said. "Don't let Ghost intimidate you.”

What's that all about?

You step outside base, looking around for your night watch partner before spotting him when you turned a corner. He was leaning against a wall and was well aware of your presence for quite a bit now, but he only glanced at you once. “Hello,” you say in a cordial tone, but he just glances your way, looking you up and down as if he was judging you.  You shift uncomfortably. “Hello.” he replies after a few seconds, his tone cold and unwelcoming. 'Don't let him intimidate you,' you thought. “Well, 'low me to introduce myself. I'm Simon Riley, you can call me Ghost. I'm your lieutenant.” he adds, his voice just naturally menacing.

“Nice to meet you, Ghost.” you say, reaching out for a handshake. He stares at your hand for a few moments before reluctantly reaching his hand out. His handshake was firm. You could feel how strong his hands were through his gloves. “Let me remind you that night watch isn't a duty to be taken lightly, as it's to help protect against intruders and security breaches in-base.” Ghost says, letting go of your hand. "And we have to do this... a lot?” you ask.

“We're not always g'na be on night watch. It just depends on where we relocate to.” he replies. You nod your head, even though you still have so many unanswered questions. You think if you overload him with questions you'll come off as overbearing, so you remain quiet.

As the night goes on, you find yourself in a one-sided conversation. It's like talking to a brick wall with Ghost. It's obvious he doesn't open up right away, or maybe even at all. You're trying to find something entertaining to do because night watch is awfully tedious. “So, what's your story?” you ask, hoping he'd say something. Anything to break the silence. The awkward tension. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting out a quiet grunt which you could only assume meant 'don't wanna say'.

You sigh, slightly disappointed. This'll be a long night, no doubt, but you won't give up easily. “Well... how about-” you're cut off by the sound of his gravely voice “Listen, you seem like this nice person and all, but with all due respect, could'ya just shut up for a few minutes?" he sighed, not even looking at you once as he spoke. You remained silent for a few seconds, soaking in what he just said — it gave you some sort of perspective on who and how he was. Just a little. “Yeah, sure. Sorry.” you eventually say. He remained silent.

You just really wanted to dig a hole in the ground, crawl in it, and just hide at that point, but you had to remind yourself that your job currently isn't to socialize, it's to protect. That’s your priority. So, the whole night, you do just that. Sort of. You find yourself asking a few questions or two, and Ghost is starting to get so tired of it he just doesn't care.

“Why do you wear that balaclava?” you ask, hours already having passed rather quickly. “Can't share my identity,” Ghost replies curtly. “Why?” you ask right after. “Because I would be made a top target by enemies.” he sighs, “you're really startin' to piss me off.” he adds. You roll your eyes before going quiet again. This cycle repeated for the remaining three hours. Over the full night, he’d learned to tune you out, which was unfortunate for you because that just meant he wouldn’t listen to whatever you had to say, important or not.

Over the span of a month, you’ve grown frustrated. It’s obviously true that first impressions are important because they leave long lasting affects, minute or major. Ghost probably sees you as this chatterbox that won’t leave him alone, but, you can’t see that that’s not the case.

One night, a little over a month after, you’re on night watch again, right beside Ghost. You’re silent, which is a little surprising to him. A part of him wants you to say something but he doesn’t admit that and never will, his pride gets in the way of that. He wouldn’t admit he tolerated you more than he tolerated others. You annoyed him, sure, but you were consistent about it. Usually people he pushed away would just give up, but you, you just…

You didn’t give up. You always checked up on him after missions, patting him all over worriedly to check if anything was hurting behind that gear, always talked to him and he listened. He was growing soft on you, and he hated it. He hated the feeling of being close to someone, it made him feel like there was some sort of warmth in his heart like how someone in love would feel.

Jumping back to now, you’re standing beside him on night watch. He glares at you every few seconds until it catches your attention. “What?” you ask, almost chuckling. “Wha — nothing.” Ghost mumbles, looking away and fidgeting subtly with his pistol before placing it back in his holster. Your attention is on him now. “Something bothering you?” you ask. “It’s nuthin’, Y/N.” he breathes out. “But you’re all fidgety. What’s wrong?” you inquire, but no answer that time either. “Let it go, yeah?” Ghost murmurs. You shrug and put your hands up before putting them back down and looking away from him. There goes the silence again. You’ve been realizing a main factor you talk to Simon so much is because you don’t necessarily enjoy the silence between you two. It makes you uncomfortable, and you don’t know why. You thought you were going to be the first to break the silence, but —

“Beautiful night, innit?” Ghost utters. You pause for a moment, “uh… yeah. Yeah, it is.” you reply. The two of you look at each other for a couple moments. You stare into his breathtaking eyes, almost mesmerized by them before he looks away. You clear your throat awkwardly, crossing your arms as you sigh. “Are the nights always like this? This peaceful?” you ask, making Ghost’s head spin to look at you. “Mhm. I go out here for ‘night watch’ just to relax out here.” he replies, making you raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘relax out here’? How are you relaxed while on night watch?” you ask. “Yea'. You didn’t hear this from me, but night watch isn’t necessary for where we’re located currently.” he replies, looking at you as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his tattoos and light healed scars that aren’t too visible at a first glance.

“Wait, what?” you ask. “How’s it not necessary? Captain Price assigned me to-” “Price lied then, didn’e? I guess he just wanted you to have some form of responsibility because you’re not ready for the missions and real duties yet, and he sees it. Jus’ my train of thought.” Ghost interrupts. You stare at him with your eyebrows furrowed before opening your mouth to speak, and you’re interrupted again. “I wouldn’t complain either. Just do your duty and you’ll get a real one in no time.” Ghost says. You cross your arms and scoff, “Whatever.” You could hear Ghost chuckling under his breath, as if he was laughing at your expense. You decide not to comment on it because you’re not trying to start anything with him.

12:00 AM, Two hours later

You’re exhausted. Your eyes are threatening to close shut and never open for a good while at any minute. Your body aches with fatigue, and overall, you’re just ready to go to bed. Ghost is doing perfectly fine, he just shifts his position every once in a while due to standing in the same position for a long time, but other than that, he’s fine. He glances at you and sees your state, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Tired, are we?” Ghost chuckles. You’re too tired to reply, you just rub your eyes and groan quietly. “Tsk, so this is what you’ll do on a mission? Fall asleep?” he sighs, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to his side.

You’ve never been touched like this by him before, but you’re not exactly against the feeling. You rest your head on the side of his chest, letting out a heavy sigh. Ghost began rubbing your shoulder with his big gloved palm, letting out a sigh himself. He closed his eyes tightly, screaming on the inside. Why was he enjoying this moment? What happened to ‘Ghost’, the world's second-most desired British clandestine operative? He just feels like a little kid in a candy store right now. That’s the effect you have on him, and he hates it.

He lifts up the arm he’s not holding you with to look at his watch. It’s already morning, 12:04 AM. “Guess night watch is over.” he sighs, looking down at you and noticing your breathing is slow and relaxed. You fell asleep. He lets out a frustrated sigh before picking you up and hoisting you over his shoulder with ease. He felt you instinctively hold onto him before drifting back off to sleep. He chuckled under his breath, his arm under your ass as he carried you back to base.

Once he stepped through the door, it was oddly quiet aside from the clanks of glass. Probably Price having a drink. Ghost sighs as he walks to the barracks where he’d plop you down on your bed. He put his hand on the bed handle, staring at you. He bit his lip subtly, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip as he watched your restful state. He draped the thin blanket over you, watching as you shifted slightly and curled up into a ball. He sighed and walked to his bed, which was across from yours. He lay down, feeling pretty restless with all the thoughts running through his head. Most pretty much being about you. He looked around and saw the barracks were empty besides you and him being in it. Everyone was probably having their drinks.

He grunted and reached down, resting his hand on his crotch. He rubbed his bulge with his thumb, breathing out quietly. He thought about how your hands would feel on his. Those beautiful, soft hands. He palmed his bulge, groaning under his breath as he did so.

Wait. No. This is wrong.

“God, Simon, you’re pathetic,” he muttered under his breath. “Just go to bed,” he thought. He let go of his grip, his hand slightly trembling. He sat up, took off his vest, before laying back down and rolling over.

The next night was the same, night watch. Same time, same place. The two of you were standing next to each other, except a little closer this time. It was more comfortable, too. Ghost adjusted his earpiece and you did the same. “Night watch is so mundane,” you eventually sigh. “No-one ever said it was going to be fun, did they?” Ghost responded, looking at you. “Ghost-”

“Simon,” he interrupts, “just call me Simon.”

You look at him, confused, but you nod nevertheless. “Okay, Simon. Simon, I think that I should be trusted enough to have an actual responsibility, don’t you think?” you ask. He pauses for a few moments, sighing. “You just need to prove that you are. ‘Trusted enough’ isn’t in our dictionary here, you know that. I may trust you but that doesn’t mean everyone else does.” he says. You shrug. He’s not really wrong. He looked at you before looking at your hand. “C’mere.” Simon said, taking you by the hand and pulling you close to him. “What’re you doing..?” you ask, your eyes wide. He didn’t reply for a while. You heard him curse under his breath, the word muffled by his mask. “I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you take that mask off? Just take it off,” you say. “Show my face?” Simon asked. You nod. “Negative.” he says. “Are you ugly?” you ask. He scoffs and lifts his mask up to his mouth, “Quite the opposite.” he grinned before taking you by the chin and leaning in, pressing his lips against yours. You flinch from shock, but you quickly return the kiss. The tension was finally dissipating. Maybe all the two of you needed was this. The tension was palpable for the past few month or two.

His tongue slips inside of your mouth, letting you taste him for the first time. You become weak at the knees, and he realizes it. Simon quickly sweeps you off your feet, picking you up and pinning you against the base’s wall. He stood in between your legs with your back pressed against the wall, your tongues swirling together sensually. The taste of his mouth causes a moan to slip out your throat involuntarily. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck as the two of you continue making out. Your bodies were flush against each other’s, and you felt Simon slowly grinding against you, feeling his bulge pressing between your thighs.

You two break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Simon panted softly, looking at you in the eyes. You reached over and put your thumb on his cheek, rubbing softly. Your fingers trail up at the edge of his balaclava, and your eyes asked for permission to remove it. Simon hesitated, but eventually he nodded softly. You slip off his balaclava, revealing the most handsome face you’ve ever seen. The brown hair, brown eyes, handsome face… you leaned in to kiss him again. Both of his hands move from your thighs to your ass, causing your legs to wrap around his waist even tighter. Simon broke off the kiss to begin kissing your jawline, sucking softly and leaving small red marks in his wake. He tilts his neck down further to kiss your shoulder blades, bringing out a soft gasp from you as he bit down and licked the mark. It’s like he was marking his territory.

All of a sudden, he put you down. He started taking off your gear, one by one. He wasn’t gentle about it, either — he wanted what he wanted, and he was going to get it. He finally got your upper gear off, leaving you in your undershirt and bra. He lifted your shirt above your head before tossing it onto the pile on the ground of everything he took off. He removed your boots and your pants with everything else on it. You were a little cold, but the warmth he gave you quickly made up for it. Simon began slipping his pants off with haste, just leaving them at his ankles.

“Turn around.” Simon commanded, and you obliged. You turned around and let out a small gasp as he bent you over. You could feel his bulge through his boxers poking at your sex through your panties. You put your hands on the wall of the base as you stayed bent over. Your legs begin trembling as your panties are quickly slipped off to your ankles. There it is. You feel Simon’s heavy cock slapping against your ass cheek, wetting it slightly with his pre-cum. “P-please be gentle, I haven’t had sex in-”

“No promises.” Simon interrupts, stroking his thick tip against your dripping wet cunt. He rubs his cock against it, doing everything but slipping inside of you. You whine at his teasing strokes, wanting to feel his cock fill you to the brim. “I want to hear you beg for it.” Simon says, placing his hand on your ass and squeezing. “Please, Si… put it in… please…” you beg. Simon smirked at your pathetic words and noises, but he gave in nevertheless. “You got it,” he whispered before slipping his tip inside of you, slowly thrusting in. You whined at the intrusion, and he reached forward and held you by the neck gently, rubbing a spot in your neck with his thumb as he took you from behind.

You whimper, keeping your hands placed on the wall for support. Your legs trembled as his hips snapped against your ass, groaning as you felt him go deeper with every thrust. He was only halfway in but it felt like so much already. “Si..mon…” you pant out, letting out choked out moans as he fucks you roughly. Your eyes fluttered closed, he was fucking you senseless. “Shh, good girl. You’re doing good.”

He began bottoming out inside you, nestling his cock tightly in your warm heat. Your walls convulsed against his dick, tightening and untightening around him. He grunted out in pleasure, placing both hands on your waist. He traced circles on them, continuing to pound you. Your juices slicked his cock, making him slide in and out of you easier. He grinned at the mewls of pleasure you let out, those pathetic little noises. “So needy,” he purred, gathering a fistful of your hair before holding onto it as he continued pounding into you.

He looked down, his face focused on where he fucked you. He watched his cock disappear into your cunt with every thrust, which turned him on even more than he was, if that was possible. You let out desperate noises as you felt his cock pulsate inside of you. You let out soft whines, “I can’t.. I can’t…”

“You can take it, baby. You can.” Simon cooed, pressing his hand on your back. You whine as you feel your climax approaching, your juices already beginning to leak onto his cock. Simon was so close, he could feel his balls pulsate. With a couple of more thrusts into you, he finally released, and so did you.

His hot cum spilled into you, your juices and his cum mixing, making a sticky mess. You whined weakly, and Simon grunted loudly, his muscles tensing and flexing as he pulled you close to him, his chest pressing against your back. He kissed your neck, whispering sweet praises to you.

The two of you got dressed and checked the time, it was past twelve. Time to go back to base. The two of you walked back to base, and you saw everyone in Task Force 141 standing in front of the two of you. You froze in place and Simon raised an eyebrow. Price walked up to you two before taking both of your earpieces out of your ears, turning the microphone from on to off on them.

“Had a good time, I’m assuming?”

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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warning: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Hardcore sex, Praise, Creampie

Précis: He’s an overprotective ‘best friend’.

A/N: this is my first write, bare with me lol, also major credits to @cherryredstars for inspiring me, thank u :)

Edits & Look-overs: 2

It’s 3am.

You’re walking back to your college dormitory building, exhausted from a night out. Your feet hurt, you have a slight wobble in your walk, and your lungs feel like they burn with every step you take due to the cold air. A misty cloud fleets from your mouth with every exhale.

You left without Miguel’s knowledge. Which, to him, is a big no-no. He isn’t possessive over you, per se, but he does like to know when you leave the dorm you two share together. That’s all he asks for, and you didn’t even do that. He’s been protective over you your whole friendship with him. It pisses you off sometimes but you can’t help but wonder why he is the way he is with you. You mulled over how he’d always hold you close whenever you two went out, like he was trying to show off this imaginary ownership over you, and when he’d give guys death stares at their attempts to flirt with you. That was the least he did — there was a long list of his overprotective ways with you, but those are just the ones you thought about mostly.

When you finally get to your dorm, you unlock the door with your key before quietly opening the door. Thankfully it wasn’t a squeaky door, the faintest squeak of the door or a creak of a floorboard would probably wake Miguel up. He was a really light sleeper. You close the door behind you and lock it before turning around and seeing Miguel sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table, his laptop on his lap as he types away, not even looking at you. You freeze up, staring at him with wide eyes. “Miguel? Why are you up so late?” you ask, holding your breath as you wait for his answer. “I could ask you the same thing.” he replies, his husky voice making you exhale nervously.

“Well… I was out,” you mutter, “I didn’t want to wake you just to tell you so I-”

“Don’t.” he interrupts, “just don’t. You didn’t wake me up and tell me because you didn’t want me to know. Look, you’re my best friend and I worry about you. I worry about what could happen to you when you’re out of my sight. I feel responsible for your well-being, and all I ask of you is to just let me know where you’re going, and you can’t even do that, mm? Do you know how worried I was, huh? Huh?!” he exclaims, his voice getting louder as he spoke. You stay silent for a few minutes before sighing, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry, I just… I-” you’re cut off again by his booming voice, “No, you’re not fucking sorry! Carajo!”

There’s a long pause. You’re a little shaken up, he’s never yelled at you before. “Where were you?” he finally asked, closing his laptop and setting it down before finally looking at you with slightly tired eyes. “I was out clubbing.” you say. He groans at your words, pinching his temple. “With?” he asks shortly after. “I was alone…” you say quietly, causing him to open his eyes. He stands up and walks over to you, his 6’9" frame towering over you. He barely keeps a distance between you and him.

“Listen to me and listen well,” he grunts, grabbing your arm, “I don’t know if you’re too dull to understand this but if something ever happens to you I couldn’t possibly live after that. You may think I’m being overdramatic, and while I’m not disagreeing with you, it’s for a reason, Y/N.” He sighs, staring at you with those piercing crimson red eyes.

“You understand the danger of going out alone, right? I wouldn’t have to be like this if people weren’t horrible, but Y/N, you don’t understand how easily you can get snatched up, hurt, killed, and so on. Especially at night, where sickos like that lurk every street corner and alleyway. I’ve lived through it. You haven’t. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol that makes you so unaware when you’re walking home, but whatever it is, it’s pissing me off.”

You pause for a minute as he gives his big spiel. “How’d you know I was drinking?” you ask, crossing your arms. “Are you serious? You have a wobble in your walk. Either your feet hurt and you’re drunk or it’s a mix of both, your breath reeks of alcohol, and you’re slightly slurring. If you were trying to hide it then that’s… that’s just sad.” Miguel sighs. “I’m glad you’re safe, I really am, but can’t you acknowledge what I’m saying?”

“I… I-I just…” you trail off, sniffling. You try to retract your arm from his grasp but his hand is clenched around your arm. “You just what?” Miguel asks. “I just don’t understand why you care about me so much!” you finally exclaim. After a moment of silence, he’s finally had enough. He tugs you by the arm, “Let’s go.” You’re fucked. Probably in many other ways than metaphorically. He drags you to his room, slamming the door open and pushing you in. He shuts the door behind him and locks it before grabbing you and setting you on the bed, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to be sensual, passionate, gentle sex.

He climbs in bed and gets on top of you, staring at you. Your breath was hitched, your eyes were wide. He rolls his eyes before looking down and beginning to unbutton your shirt. It was agonizingly slow, like he wanted to build up your anticipation. “I guess I have to show you how much I care about you since you can’t understand.” Miguel says, getting to the last few buttons. You squirmed slightly, not saying anything back other than an ‘I’m sorry’ under your breath. Miguel just shook his head gently, unbuttoning the last button.

He slipped your pretty blouse off and tossed it to the side. He leaned down more, his mouth hovering over your lips. He finally leaned in just a bit more, enough for your lips to barely touch. But he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction. He just gently grazed his teeth over your lip before trailing his lips down to your neck, where they’d actually settle. His tongue poked out of his lips to graze it over your neck.

He reached his arm up, his large hand going behind your neck and grabbing a fistful of hair to keep you in place as he licked and sucked your neck. He eventually started leaving carmine red hickeys all over your neck. You whined and whimpered under him, all you could really do. He was in tune with your body. Your sensitive spots, what your body responded to, what it didn’t. He knew you.

He pulled back to gauge your expression. You were all hot and bothered, your breaths coming in and out in little huffs. The edges of his lips slightly curled up in a devilish smirk. His thumb rubbed your bottom lip. That ‘tender’ moment didn’t last long until he went back to work. He leaned down and continued kissing and marking you all over, his kisses trailing down your body and leaving spots of saliva in their wake. When he reached the hem of your jeans, he began unbuttoning them.

Once that was done, he pulled them off in one strong tug and tossed them onto the floor behind him. One more obstacle — your panties. He kissed your inner thighs, rubbing your wetness through your panties. He could practically feel your sex pulsing in your panties. He ran his fingers over the black laced hem before slipped them off and tossing them to the side. There it was, what he was looking for. “So wet already.” Miguel mumbled as he began unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them off. He grabs the hem of his boxers and slips those off too, tossing the fabric to the side. Your eyes widen at his length, and you try to push yourself away from him. Miguel tuts in annoyance, grabbing your thigh and roughly pulling you back under him, where you were before. You whine when he slaps his heavy cock against your cunt. You freeze under him, finally learning that squirming gets you nowhere.

He positions himself over you, and you struggled a little bit more. “M-Miguel, it’s been a while since I’ve done this, I’m not-”

“Shh,” Miguel interrupts, patting your cheek a little roughly, “no need to talk. You’ll be fine.” You stay silent but you’re breathing heavily through your nose as you feel Miguel reach down and stroke his tip along your folds. “I’m sure you can take me.” he says, his tone nothing close to passionate. His voice was husky and rough. He stopped teasing you with his tip once he felt your entrance before sinking into you with one push. It was slow and painful, but then it dissipated as he began moving his hips. The pace itself didn’t start off slow or soft, he immediately dove into hammering into you.

You cried out, throwing your head back onto the pillow as his shaft slid in and out of your wet sex. You closed your eyes and panted, but you flinched as you felt Miguel’s hand tightly gripping your chin. “Look at me. Mírame.” he says as he pounds into you. You let out a whine in response as your glassy eyes looked into his. He curses under his breath, holding your waist so you stay in place with one hand, and holding himself up with the other. You never knew dick felt this amazing.

You were feeling this way and he was only a little over halfway in. He was making his way deeper, and you felt it. You went to hold his hand, and he took his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining. Your mouth slightly fell agape and you let out a choked out moan as he bottomed out inside you, his balls nestling tightly against your ass. He fucks the noise out of you, you can’t do anything but let out choked out moans. “Lift your hips for me.” Miguel says, wanting better leverage to your pussy. You weakly lift your hips and he grabs ahold of them, sitting up just a tad to fuck you better. His balls repeatedly slap against your ass with every thrust, fucking a pathetic noise out of you every once in a while. Your boobs moved up and down with the movement, and the headboard squeaked as your body hit it.

“So beautiful…” Miguel murmured, taking one of your boobs in his hand and resting it there, his grip tight on your titty.

You were slightly lightheaded on dick. Creamy little clap noises mixed with Miguel’s grunts and your little noises filled the room. Your seeping juices coat Miguel’s cock with every in-and-out motion his shaft does into you, leaving his cock slicked and with a shiny little coat on it from you.

He was like a machine, his stamina was incredible because he showed no signs of slowing down just yet. “Who’s my good girl, hm? Had a bit of a scare tonight, didn’t we?” he says, hoisting your knees up on his shoulders so he had more leverage. He reaches down and toys with your clit, rubbing his thumb in circular motions on your nub. You whine at the double stimulation. You don’t know if you can take much longer of this before climax slowly comes knocking. Miguel struggled to hold off his climax the more your walls pulsated and tightened around his throbbing cock.

But it didn’t end there. He pulled out of you suddenly, flipping you onto your back roughly and getting behind you. You didn’t even have enough time to react. “Keep that back arched baby.” Miguel says, placing his hand on your back to keep your arch in that position. He uses his other hand to guide himself back in your dripping cunt again, continuing his rough pace. His strokes were deep, fast, and most importantly, calculated. You nuzzled your face in the pillow, and Miguel grinned slightly your muffled screams of pleasure, his lips curving upward.

“Such a good girl… you take me so well…” he breathed out, catching your hand as you swung it back to hold his. “Give me your other hand.” Miguel said, getting both hands and holding them by your wrists as he continued to fuck you roughly. Your upper half bounced slightly upward with every thrust because your arms were being pulled back. “M-Mig.. Mig…” you choke out, whining as his balls smack against your clit. “Qué te pasa, mami? Hm?” he asked rhetorically, his shaft sliding in and out of you with ease. He was getting so close.

He let go of your hands, your hands plopping back at your sides. He had a new fixation — your ass. He grabs both of your ass cheeks in his large hands, groping them and pulling them more towards him, meeting you halfway with his thrusts. With a few more of… doing that, his warm cum eventually shot inside of you.

The two of you moan loudly as you climax at the same time, your juices seeping onto his cock. He pulled out, leaving a trail of warm cum on the sheets, and it seeped out of you. He creampied you. Your best friend gave you a creampie.

“Come here. Fuck, come here.” Miguel pants, pulling you close to him. He wraps his arms around you from behind, both of you collapsing on the sheets.

“So, tell me,” he starts, “still think I don’t care about you?”

You inhaled and exhaled heavily before responding, “I do, I just knew if I said ‘I don’t understand why you care about me so much’ this would be the outcome.” you smirked, rolling over to face him. He froze.

“What?”

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